The  SWORD  OF 
AMERICA 


A  Masque  of  the  War 


By 

WILLIAM  CHAUNCY  LANGDON 


■   * 


Springfield  Edition 
1918 


Copyright.  1917,  1918, 

By  William  Chauncy  Langdon 

All  Rights  Reserved 

First   Edition,    November,    1917 
Second  Edition,  March,  1918. 
Third  Edition,  April,  1918. 

All  acting  rights  and  motion  picture  rights  are  reserved  by  the  author. 
Permission    for    performance    must    be    secured    in    writing. 

Address  the  Author  at  the  University  of  Illinois, 
Urbana,  Illinois. 


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THE  PERSONS  OF  THE  MASQUE 


Shadows 

Mother  Nature 

Two  Attendant  Shadows 

America 

Britain 

France 

Belgium 

Sacrifice 

Vision 

Farmers  and  "Workmen 

Bed  Cross  Doctors 

Red  Cross  Nurses 

Soldiers  and  Volunteers 


'VI»7q 


THE  SWORD  OF  AMERICA 

A  Masque  of  the  War 

Pkologue. 

The  figure  of  Vision  appears  before  the  audience  as  the 
music  plays  thi         aing  \    -•        -        E    vard  G  Ase's 

Death. 

Vision:     Ye  who  walk  confused  through  stormy  da    - 

Who  question  dazed  where  holds  the  pole-star  fixed 
Its  place  mid  all  the  surging  sky, — to  you 
I  come. — I.  Vision,  gleaming  flash  of  light 
From  out  the  heavens  revealing  clear  the  truth 
Of  these  confounded  and  confounding  times. 

Your  streets,  your  houses.  gard<     -  seem  the  same: 
The  sun  still  shines:  the  rain  falls  as  before: 
The  hours  and  days  and  weeks  pass  sweetly  on; 
The  seasons  come  and  go. — What  is  this  ci 
That  rends  the  air.  these  shrieks  that  rii  _ 
Forever  in  your  ears,  like  tortured  children  \ 
What  this  stillness  as  of  unthought  death 
That  follows, — follows  everything'     Is  this 
The  same  world !    Or  in  nightmare  do  we  stand 
Upon  the  brink  of  hell  with  Dante  and 
With  Milton,  far  below  us  livid  see 
The  horrors  of  the  damned  and  hear  the  wails 
That  rise  from  out  the  murky  heat  and  stench 
Where  utter  cruelty  insensate  gloats 
Upon  the  promise  in  new  fiendishness. 

Are  you  asleep,  you  ask?     What  should  you  do  .' 
For  war's  red  mouldy  claws  clutch  at  your  hearts 
And  stretch  their  bony  fingers  toward  your  homes 
And  gardens,  quick  to  raze  them  as  they  did 
The  homes  and  gardens  over  there.    What  means 
it  all ! 


Dear  people,  born  and  reared  in  liberty, 

Americans,  each,  every  one,  I  come 

To  rend  a  space  the  obscuring  cloud,  and  show 

In  figure  and  in  language  of  a  masque 

The  truth  in  all  its  just  proportions, — how 

America  came  into  this  death  war ; 

And  why  she  must  come  in,  forsooth,  or  else 

America  were  not  America. 

Rise  then  and  sing,  as  darkness  gathers  round ! 

Join  every  voice  in  love  and  praise  of  her, 

Your  Country !     Sing :    ' '  My  Country,  'tis  of  thee, 

Sweet  Land  of  Liberty ! ' '  and  at  the  end 

Let  your  full  voices  turn  their  love  and  praise 

Of  country  into  humble  prayer  to  Him, 

Your  fathers '  God,  Author  of  Liberty ! 

America  is  sung  by  the  audience. 

America. 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  Liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
Land  of  the  pilgrims'  pride, 
From  ev'ry  mountain  side 

Let  Freedom  ring! 

My  native  country,  thee, 
Land  of  the  noble,  free, 

Thy  name  I  love 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills, 

Like  that  above. 

Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  Freedom's  song; 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake; 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 

The  sound  prolong. 

Our  fathers'  God  to  Thee, 
Author  of  Liberty, 

To  Thee  we  sing; 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light; 
Protect  us  by  Thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King! 


Vision  :     So  sitting  quietly  in  prayerful  love 

For  your  great  Mother,  for  America, 
Behold  this  vision  of  her  entering 
Into  the  labor  and  the  suffering  of  the  war, 
And  thereby  to  the  glory  of  her  duty 
Well  fulfilled,  wherein  all  you  take  part. 

The  Masque. 

The  place  is  an  open  glade  on  a  high  ground  at  the  time 
of  the  setting  of  the  sun.  A  giant  oak  spreads  its  branches 
out  over  the  grassy  level  and  over  a  great  boulder  at  its 
foot,  enveloping  all  within  its  shade  in  deep  gloom,  while 
its  upper  branches  are  still  golden  in  the  light  of  the  sun. 
A  roadway  passes  along  in  front  leading  up  to  the  higher 
ground. 

The  Orchestra  sounds  forth  the  opening  passages  of 
Edvard  Grieg's  Ase's  Death,  from  the  Peer  Gynt  Suite  No. 
1.  The  strains  thrill  through  the  branches  and  leaves  of 
the  Tree  with  the  passing  breeze  and  echo  over  the  grassy 
and  wooded  heights  beyond.  Nothing  else  is  seen  that  is 
living.  Then,  as  the  music  continues,  there  pours  out  upon 
the  glade  from  the  forest,  a  stream  of  misty  beings,  shadowy 
figures,  in  strange  colors,  blues  and  purples  and  mauves 
blended  together,  veiled,  and  with  scarves  floating  behind 
them,  as  they  run  softly  and  swiftly  over  the  lawns. 
Another  stream  comes  up  the  roadway  onto  the  higher 
ground.  There  uniting  with  the  others  they  stream  around 
the  tree  and  sweep  off  again  in  ever  changing  lines. 

Finally  the  figures  converge  toward  the  back  forming  a 
lane,  down  which  from  the  depths  of  the  forest  comes 
Mother  Nature,  old  and  bent,  white-haired,  yet  of  an  imper- 
ishable stateliness.  She  is  garbed  in  a  long  brown  cloak, 
which  cast  over  her  head  falls  to  her  feet.  She  carries  a 
long  golden  staff,  on  which  she  leans  as  she  walks.  The 
faces  of  all  are  covered  and  hidden  by  their  veils  except 
Mother  Nature.  Her  face  can  be  seen.  Two  of  the  figures 
come  with  Mother  Nature  down  to  the  Tree.  As  Mother 
Nature  takes  her  seat  upon  the  rock  they  stand  on  either 
side  near  her.  The  other  figures  stand  in  groups  at  the 
edge  of  the  glade  at  some  distance  back  from  the  Tree. 


First  Shadow:     Oh  Mother  Nature,  this  wide  spreading 
tree 
Again  you  seek! 

Second  Shadow  :  Again  this  mighty  rock 

You  make  your  throne ! 

First  Shadow  :  But  wherefore  now  this  glade 

Have  you  sought  out,  and  called  these  shadowy 

forms, 
These  memories  of  former  things,  around 
You  here? 

Mother  Nature  :      To  cheer  the  birth-pangs  of  the  World. 
In  places  such  as  this  still  am  I  found. 

Second  Shadow :     The  birth-pangs? 

First  Shadow  :  Of  the  World? 

Mother  Nature  :  Whole  continents 

Are  torn  asunder.    Nations  tottering,  leagues 
On  leagues  of  sunny  harvest  fields  are  turned 
To  drear,  burnt,  silent  wastes  untenanted. 
Races  crash  in  conflict  or  cohere 
To  gain  new  goals.     But — New  Freedom  from  this 

hell, 
A  New  World  from  this  chaos  shall  be  born. 

Again  are  heard  the  richly  solemn  strains  of  the  Grieg 
music.  Mother  Nature  sits  absorbed  in  thought  and  con- 
templation, as  are  also  the  two  tall  figures  who  attend  upon 
her.  The  Shadowy  figures  scattered  through  the  glade 
move  in  slow  and  solemn  measure  to  the  music,  agitated  by 
the  tragic  emotions  Mother  Nature  has  aroused.  When  the 
music  comes  to  a  close,  all  is  silent  a  moment;  the  Shadowy 
figures  are  still.  Mother  Nature  rises  from  her  seat  and 
raises  her  hands  clenched  tight  together  the  full  length  of 
her  arms  to  heaven.  Then  letting  them  fall  relaxed  to  her 
sides  again,  she  speaks,  breaking  the  silence  with  her  clear 
and  quiet  voice. 

Mother  Nature  :     This  quiet  glade !    To  places  such  as  this 
The  souls  of  nations  with  the  twilight  come 
For  soul  refreshening.     They  come  to  pray 
Where  purling  brooks  among  the  forest  trees 

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Dart  on  their  way  between  the  mossy  rocks; 
Neath  high  cathedral  arches,  where  in  silence 
Hallowed  by  years  of  love  and  sacrifice 
The  glowing  shafts  of  sunset  light  rain  down 
Their  heavenly  benediction  from  above ; 
Or  where  in  open  field  a  mighty  tree 
Uprears  its  branches  to  the  blue-domed  sky 
And  slowly  sailing  contemplative  clouds. 

First  Shadow  :     Here  then  the  place ! 

Second  Shadow  :  This  tree  whose  roots  deep  down 

Search  out  the  secrets  of  the  earth,  whose  leaves 
Yet  tremble  in  the  slightest  breath  of  heaven ; 
This  rock,  immovable,  unchanged,  and  fixed. 

Mother  Nature  :     The  ever  changing  and  the  unchanging ! 
Lo,  the  epitome  of  life !    From  this  have  all 
Things  come ;  to  this  all  things  return. 

First  Shadow  :  And  see, 

The  sun  draws  near  its  setting.     This  the  hour. 

Trumpet  calls  are  heard  as  at  a  distance.  Coming 
from  among  the  trees  off  to  the  west  appears  America,  in 
white,  with  <i<>l<len  girdle  and  golden  liberty  cap.  She  car- 
ries the  American  Flag  and  the  Shield  of  the  United  States. 
Serious  in  manner,  walking  slowly,  she  comes  down  toward 
the  Tree  wherewnder  Mother  Nature  sits. 

America  :     Mother  of  all ! 

Mother  Nature  :  My  Daughter  of  the  West ! 

America:     My  soul  is  wrung  with  horror  at  the  strife 
That  blasts  all  Europe,  devastates  its  fields, 
And  strews  its  people, — dear  dead  men  and  women, 
'Children  even ! — corpses  on  the  earth.     I  must — 

will  bring  this  dire  conflict  to  an  end. 
War?     I  will  end  all  war! 


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Mother  Nature  :  Bring  here  her  sword. 

America  :    I  have  foresworn  the  sword ! 

Mother  Nature  :  To  me  then  bring 

The  sword. — There,  on  the  tree,  twixt  heaven  and 
earth. 

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At  the  first  demand  for  the  sword,  one  of  the  lesser 
Shadows  goes  and  brings  the  sword,  in  its  sheath  and  with 
its  belt,  but  stops  at  America's  renunciation.  At  the  second 
command  the  Shadow  brings  the  sword  down  to  the  one  of 
the  Shadows  near  the  Tree,  who  takes  it  and  gives  it  to 
Mother  Nature.  Mother  Nature  quietly,  imperturbably 
hangs  the  sword  on  the  Tree  and  then  quietly  resumes  her 
seat  upon  the  rock. 

America  :     The  Sword  is  War.    The  Sword  is  my  Will 
Imposed  without  consent  upon  my  peers. 
To  my  shores  freely  have  all  nations  come; 
And  on  my  shores  all  freely  have  received 
An  equal  welcome  and  as  equal  rights. 
Here  nothing  partisan  shall  hold  its  place! 
America  has  mewed  her  mighty  strength, 
America  has  won  her  signal  power, 
Among  the  nations  by  her  steadfast  love 
Of  Equal  Justice  and  of  Peace.     0  World, 
My  war  is  not  on  this  side  nor  on  that ; 
My  war  is  war  on  War !    My  power  Peace ! — 
Peace  irresistible!    War!     War!    War!    War! 
Peace  like  to  mine  will  I  to  Europe  bring ! 

Mother  Nature  points  down  to  the  foot  of  the  sloping 
road.  The  music  plays  "Rule  Britannia".  Up  the  road 
comes  the  figure  of  Britain,  direct  and  earnest  in  manner, 
and  intent  on  her  purpose.  She  carries  the  British  Flag  on 
her  right  arm  and  wears  her  oval  Shield  on  her  left  shoul- 
der; her  sword  sheathed  hangs  at  her  side.  As  she  comes 
into  vieiv,  she  reaches  out  her  arm  in  greeting  and  supplica- 
tion to  Mother  Nature.  She  mounts  the  steps  and  so  comes 
up  onto  the  high  ground. 

Britain  :     Hail,  Mother  Nature ! 

Mother  Nature  :  Hail,  Imperial  Daughter ! 

Britain  :     My  sons  have  rallied  nobly  to  the  cause ! 
From  Canada,  from  India  have  they  come, 
From  far  Australia  and  South  Africa ! 
I  held  that  honor  was  the  under-rock 
On  which  the  welfare  of  the  World  was  built. 
My  word  I  gave  to  Belgium :    I  have  kept 

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My  word.    And  all  the  British  family 

Of  nations  justify  me  with  their  blood. 

The  full  resources  of  the  Empire  have 

We  given  to  France  and  to  her  Allies, — men, 

And  ships,  munitions,  credit.    Belgium,  France, 

In  turn  have  stood  like  lions  in  the  path 

Of  Prussian  bestiality,  and  stemmed 

The  onsweep  of  the  worse  than  Hunnish  horde 

From    the   peaceful   plains    of   Europe    and    the 

World, 
We  trusted  Prussian  honor.    We  atone, 
And  now  step  forward  in  our  turn  to  take 
The  brunt  of  conflict.    We  were  unprepared. 
Oh  the  keen,  malicious  preparation  of 
Those  fifty  German  years !     Der  Tag?     Der  Tag 
Has  come !    The  Day  of  Prussia's  downfall  dawns 
At  last !    In  line  of  battle  do  we  stand- 
France,  Belgium,  Russia,  Italy,  and  I, 
Eoumania,  Serbia,  Portugal,  Japan, 
To  rescue  the  Right  and  Freedom  of  the  World ! 
Oh  Mother  Nature,  this  is  our  prayer :  the  fight 
Is  for  the  good  of  all,— let  all  take  part ! 

With  outstretched  arms  Britain  appeals  to  Mother 
Nature,  who  with  a  gesture  indicates  the  figure  of  America 
standing  by. 

Mother  Nature  :    America ! 

Britain  turns  and  looks  at  America  but  says  nothing. 
There  is  silence  a  moment.  Then  America  turns  her  eyes 
full  upon  Britain,  and  quietly  dispassionately  addresses  her. 

America  :  I  grant  you  have  your  side. 

Britain:    My  side! 

America:  You  do  not  understand.     I  view 

This  awful  carnage  from  impartial  ground, 
And  only  long  to  end  it.    Steuben,  Schurz, 
DeKalb  and  Sigel,  these  are  precious  names 
To  me. 

Britain  :  The  life  and  liberty  of  all 

Depend  upon  the  outcome ! 

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America  :  Ireland  ? 

Britain  :  Yes. 

For  Ireland  are  we  fighting  as  for  all. 
The  Day  of  Freedom  dawns ! — I  will  not  plead 
With  vou  to  come,  nor  ask  you.    You  will  come 
Of  your  own  will,  your  own  high  just  accord. 

America  :    My  voice  shall  ever  be  for  Peace, 
My  power  exerted  only  to  that  end, 
Although  my  people  shall  not  be  forbid 
The  rights  of  trade  and  commerce  as  of  yore. — 
See  here  their  grain,  their  cotton  and  their  steel ! — 
But  as  Chief  Neutral  I  will  consecrate 
Myself,  and  wait  and  pray  for  that  blest  hour 
When  I  can  lead  the  Armies  of  the  World 
To  Peace. 

Farmers  and  workmen  bring  in  sheaves  of  wheat,  bush- 
el-baskets of  corn,  bales  of  cotton,  and  workings  of  steel. 
America  by  a  gesture  turns  them  over  to  Britain,  who  with 
dignity  acknowledges  this  material  assistance  in  food  and 
supplies.  Mother  Nature  observes  and  still  seated  and 
leaning  on  her  golden  staff,  by  an  inclination  of  her  head 
indicates  her  approval.     The  men  pass  on  out. 

The  music  interrupts,  playing  "The  Marseilles".  The 
figure  of  France  comes  running  in  up  the  road.  She  is  swift 
in  every  motion,  intense  and  aroused.  Her  dress  of  blue  is 
caught  up  a  little  short,  so  as  not  to  impede  her  running. 
She  is  somewhat  dishevelled.  On  her  head  she  wears  a  red 
Liberty  Cap;  in  her  hand  she  carries  the  streaming  Tricolor 
of  France.  All  the  Shadows  on  the  higher  ground  urge  for- 
ward, their  arms  in  the  air,  to  acclaim  her  with  enthusiasm, 
and  Britain  and  America  extend  their  hands  toward  her  in 
welcome  as  she  runs  up  the  road  onto  the  higher  level  and 
throws  herself  on  the  ground  at  Mother  Nature's  feet  and 
kisses  her  hand  with  passionate  devotion. 

France  :     Mother ! 

Mother  Nature  lays  her  hand  affectionately  on  France's 
head. 

France  :  Mother !     Mother ! 

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Mother  Nature  :  Child !     My  child ! 

France:     They  seek  to  crush  my  spirit.    But  the  soul 
That  feeds  and  grows  on  sacrifice  can  not 
Be  crushed.    Its  spirit  rises  on  its  sufferings 
As  on  wings  of  fire  to  victory ! 

Mother  Nature  :     Spirit  invincible !  True-hearted  France ! 

France  :     But  we  need  help !    My  men  are  in  the  trenches. 
All  of  them.    My  women  work.    My  children  too. 
My  young  boys  and  my  men  of  middle  age 
Are  "all  gone,  at  the  front.    My  wounded,  men 
With  but  one  eye,  with  but  one  arm  or  leg, 
Beg  me  to  let  them  go  back  into  service. 
Dear,  noble  sons !     No  mother  ever  bore 
Their  like  !  My  sons  have  done  their  part,  and  will, 
But  three  years  have  well  nigh  exhausted  them, 
And  we  need  help.     No  longer  can  I  fill  the  place 
Of  casualties.    To  you  I  come  for  help. 
My  sister,  Britain,— now  henceforth  beloved 
Eternally !— most  valiantly  has  borne 
Us  aid.  *  Together  do  we  fight  one  fight. 
But  you,  America,  are  young  and  strong, 
And  thus  far  have  done  nothing.    Help  us !    Come ! 

America:     France!    France!    You  win  my  soul  from  out 
my  breast ! 
TheLand  of  Lafayette  can  always  claim 
America's  sincerest  gratitude! 

France:     Close-guarded  then  your  soul  forever  shall 
Be  safe  within  my  heart  of  hearts !— Alas, 
My  stricken  ones !    My  godlike  poilus  torn 
By  shells !    My  homeless  mothers  with  their  babes, 
Driven,  battle-driven  from  the  cottages 
And  fields  where  tenderly  they  nursed  and  reared 
The  future  sons  of  France  to  bless  the  world 
With  Light !     Their  soldier  fathers,  wounded,  from 
The  hospitals,  seek  out  their  village  homes. 
There  is  no  village,  only  piles  of  ruins, 
No  wife,  no  children.    They,  thin,  worn  and  gray 
From  deprivation,  with  the  marshalled  host 
Of  toil  are — somewhere,  doing  what  they  can. 


This  now  is  France.    But  every  one  no  less 
Holds  firm  the  faith  of  France !    Yes,  every  one, — 
Each  father,  mother,  child, — will  give  his  last, 
Dark,  clotted  drop  of  blood  to  win  the  gift 
Of  world-wide  Liberty  for  all  mankind ! 

America:     The  Red  Cross,  France!     Henceforward  I  will 
wear 
Its  glowing  sign  of  mercy  on  my  heart ! 
Oh  Mother,  let  your  hand  now  send  me  forth 
With  your  unquestioning  relief  to  all 
The  warring  armies !     Equally  to  all 
I  go !    No  uniform  I  recognize, 
But  only  suffering  and  need  for  help ! 
Oh  France,  the  Flag  of  world-wide  Liberty 
You  bear ;  and  I  of  world-wide  Mercy ! 

America  goes  over  to  Mother  Nature,  who  rises  from 
her  seat  on  the  rock  and  pins  a  large  Red  Cross  upon  Amer- 
ica's breast.  Then  taking  her  head  in  both  her  hands,  she 
bends  America's  head  down  to  her  and  kisses  her  on  the 
forehead. 

America  :     Bring  millions  for  their  succor  and  relief ! 
Bring  soft  white  antiseptic  gauze  to  bind 
The  wounds  of  wounded  men !  Bring  cooling  drink, 
And  saving  knife,  and  rest !    Drive  on,  drive  on 
Your  ambulances  straight  into  the  zone 
Of  shell-fire  to  remove  the  dying  thence ! 
Brancardieres  and  nurses,  doctors, — brave 
The  gray  dead  sight  and  sound  and  smell 
Of  decomposing  battle-fields  to  save 
The  wounded  who  remain,  insensible 
Or  writhing  in  their  helpless  agony 
Upon  the  cruel  flinty  ground.    Save  those 
In  Jesus '  name,  who  but  for  you  are  lost ! 
And  all  the  unoffending  victims  of 
The   war! — The   starving   thousands,    send   them 

food! 
The    homeless,    build    them    shelters,    give    them 

clothes ! 
With  every  toil-free  moment  work  for  them ! 
Provide  them  with  employ !    Restore  their  friends, 

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Or  give  them  new  ones  in  yourselves ! 
Yes,  in  all  stricken,  sorrow-palsied  lives 
Breathe  new  the  breath  of  life !     America, 
Give,  give,  give!     Wear  the  Red  Cross!    Give! 

Obedient  to  America's  appeal  up  the  road  come  Red 
Cross  stretcher-bearers,  nurses,  doctors,  with  supplies  of 
food  and  of  clothing.  They  salute  America  as  they  pass  on 
up  the  road,  and  she  raises  her  hand  in  blessiyig  over  them, 
as  also  do  Britain  and  France. 
Mother  Nature  :     Speed  on !    Speed  on !    For  some  at  best 

you  are 
Too  late !    Men  now  are  dying  you  could  save ; 
Women  and  children  suffering  you  could 
Relieve ! 

Mother  Nature  holds  up  her  hand  for  silence.      She 
listens. 

Mother  Nature  :     I  hear  the  guns  of  Italy, — 

And  Russia, — of  Roumania, — Serbia, — boom 
Along  the  line  from  Riga  to  Trieste, 
Pounding  their  way  to  freedom  in  the  East, 
And  echoing  the  incessant  guns  in  France 
And  Belgium  in  the  West. 

There  is  a  pause  of  complete  silence,  as  Mother  Nature 
continues  to  listen.  Then  a  woman  appears  at  the  foot_of 
the  sloping  road.  She  conies  in  but  a  short  distance  and 
stops.  France,  England,  America,  all  immediately  raise 
their  arms  full  length  in  honor  of  her.  The  Shadows  step 
forward  toward  her  and  raise  their  arms  in  salutation.  It 
is  Belgium.  She  bows  her  head  low  in  acknowledgment 
and  then  comes  straight  up  the  bank  to  Mother  Nature, 
while  England,  France  and  America  dip  their  flags  in  sa- 
lute. Belgium  is  a  thin,  spare  woman.  Her  face  is  marked 
with  noble  strength  and  with  suffering  endured.  She  is 
simply  draped  in  rusty  black.  In  her  right  hand  she  clutches 
the  torn  flag  of  Belgium,  its  staff  broken  off  short.  As  she 
comes  up  onto  the  higher  ground,  Mother  Nature  rises,  steps 
forward  and  silently  embraces  her.  As  Mother  Nature  re- 
sumes her  seat,  Belgium  stands  still  and  tense  a  moment 
and  then  bows  her  head  again  very  low  and  long  in  ack- 

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nowledgment  of  the  salute  of  the  Nations.  She  then  takes 
her  place  by  Mother  Nature,  standing  very  close  to  her  and 
holding  her  hand  tight  in  her  left  hand.  She  is  almost 
motionless. 

Belgium  :     My  citizens  deported, — shot.    My  girls, — 
Even  my  little  girls, — outraged,  enslaved, 
And    murdered.      Why?      Because    I    challenged 

Might, 
By  standing  in  the  way,  compelled  the  brute 
To  unmask.    But  I  would  do  the  same  again, 
If  it  again  were  to  be  done,  to  warn 
The  human  race  against  so  gross  a  fiend 
As  I  have  been  exposed  to  these  three  years. 

There  is  silence  a  moment.  Then  again  the  Nations 
dip  their  flags  in  salute,  and  the  Shadoivs  raise  their  arms 
in  salutation.  Mother  Nature  again  rises  and  embraces 
Belgium,  kisses  her,  and  blesses  her.  Belgium  stands  si- 
lently, clutching  her  torn  Flag  to  her  breast. 

America  :     Exalted  in  your  silence  and  your  strength, 
The  pale  reproaches  of  your  iron  face ! 

The  Orchestra  again  plays  the  Grieg  music.  While 
this  still  continues,  there  is  a  motion  among  the  Shadoivs 
toward  the  side  whither  the  Red  Cross  aid  has  gone.  The 
two  Shadoivs  with  Mother  Nature  themselves  go  over 
thither.  One  of  the  lesser  Shadoivs  brings  in  a  circular  life- 
preserver  marked  with  the  name,  Lusitania.  She  gives  it 
to  one  of  the  chief  Shadows,  who  brings  it  over  to  Mother 
Nature  and  the  Nations.  America  especially  is  horrified. 
Then  another  brings  in  a  Red  Cross  flag,  wet  and  torn  and 
with  a  hole  through  which  a  shell  has  passed,  and  a  broken 
piece  of  oar.  These  also  are  brought  over  to  Mother  Na- 
ture. The  righteous  anger  of  the  Nations  is  increased  and 
reflected  in  the  emotions  of  the  Shadoivs.  Britain  and 
France  silently  wait  for  America  to  speak.  America  is 
aroused  to  the  extreme  of  fury  and  indignation.  She  stares 
dumb  at  the  relics.  Belgium  alone  is  unperturbed.  She 
merely  inclines  her  head  once  or  twice  to  indicate  that  she 
has  seen  but  long  since  is  used  to  wanton  horrors  such  as 
these. 

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America:     Give  me  the  Sword!    Am  I  a  woman!    What? 
Shall  I  stand  by  and  see  my  loved  ones  drowned, 
The  wounded  slaughtered?    War?  This  is  not  war ! 
This  is  the  purging  of  the  world !    The  Sword ! 
The  Sword  is  my  Will  irrevokably  set 
Against  all  hideous  rapine,  murder,  lust, 
Blood-draining  arrogance !     Give  me  the  Sword ! 

Mother  Nature:     At  last  you  stand  full  woman  and  my 
child, 
Full  glorious  as  your  name, — America! 

As  she  speaks  the  name  of  America,  Mother  Nature 
rises  from  her  seat  upon  the  rock  and  takes  the  sword  down 
from  the  tree.  She  starts  to  buckle  the  belt  around  Amer- 
ica's waist. 

America  :     The  sword  alone !     I  shall  not  want  the  sheath. 

Mother  Nature  draws  the  sword  out  of  its  sheath  and 
gives  the  belt  and  scabbard  to  one  of  the  Shadows.  Amer- 
ica takes  the  sword  and  stands  gazing  at  it  in  her  hand. 

Britain  :     Now  doubly  strong  in  Honor,  Freedom  saved ! 
The  day  approaches  when  in  federate  league 
All  peoples,  tongues,  and  races  shall  unite 
For  mutual  welfare  and  for  perfect  peace ! 
No  loathsome  viper  shall  henceforth  abuse 
The  privilege  of  peace  and  liberty 
To  fire  the  harvests  on  a  million  farms, 
To  pour  red  murder  and  destruction  through 
The  busy  streets  of  countless  thriving  towns, 
And  plot  his  dire  aggrandizement  above 
The  equal  glory  of  a  peace-blest  world! 

France  :     Oh  Heart  of  Great  America,  all  France 
Salutes  you  as  you  take  the  sword, 
And  gives  you  grateful  welcome  to  her  shores ! 

Belgium  simply  kisses  the  American  Flag  and  utters 
the  one  word: — 

Belgium  :     America ! 

America,  taking  the  sword  from  Mother  Nature  by  the 
hilt,  raises  the  sword  as  in  salute  before  her  face,  the  blade 

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pointing  up,  and  kisses  the  cross  of  the  hilt;  she  then  brings 
it  straight  down  before  her. 

America  :  In  the  Name  of  God,  I  choose ! 

I  choose  to  die,  so  may  I  serve  the  right, 
And  help  to  save  the  loveliness  of  earth 
To  future  days ! 

Mother  Nature  raises  her  hands  in  blessing  over 
America. 

Mother  Nature:  America,  the  Stars 

Fight  with  you,  and  the  Seas,  and  all  the  Earth ! 
Go !     Vietory  brings  Peace ! 

All,  :  America ! 

America  :     I  go ! 

America  raises  her  flag  high  in  the  air.  The  music 
bursts  forth  in  The  Star  Spangled  Banner.  At  the  same 
time  up  the  sloping  roadway  come  soldiers  in  khaki,  sailors, 
aviators,  marching  in  massed  column  with  recruits  and  vol- 
unteers in  civilian  clothes,  farmers  and  workmen,  Red  Cross 
nurses  and  stretcher-bearers  mingled  with  the  others.  The 
column  marches  up  onto  the  higher  ground  saluting  Amer- 
ica as  they  pass,  and  on  off  beyond  to  the  front.  Britain, 
France  and  Belgium,  followed  by  the  Shadows,  go  off  with 
them,  and  the  procession  closes  with  a  bank  of  color.  Only 
America,  Mother  Nature,  and  the  two  attendant  Shadows 
remain  as  The  Star  Spangled  Banner  comes  to  an  end. 
America  stands  in  meditation  alone. 

America:     Gone. — They  are  gone. — Gone.     Blood  of  my 
blood, 
Bone  of  my  bone,  flesh  of  my  flesh, — they  are  gone. 
But  shall  they  return! 

The  figure  of  Sacrifice  comes  in  from  the  direction 
whither  the  soldiers  have  gone. 

Sacrifice  :  Now  have  you  given  your  all ; 

Now  have  you  given  yourself. 

America  :  I  have — my  all. 

Oh  Sacrifice,  my  utter  self  I  give. 

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Sacrifice  :     Wherefore  the  holy  joy  that  hovering  waits 
To  whirl  you  transcendentally  away 
Above  all  suffering,  all  regret  and  pain ; — 
Since  now,  for  all  your  utmost  have  you  given, 
And  giving  all  become  at  least  therein 
Like  God  Himself. 

The  figure  of  Vision  appears  a  short  distance  behind 
them,  near  Mother  Nature. 

America  :  Over  their  marching  lines, 

Over  their  valiant  souls,  my  brooding  soul 
Sweeps  on,  leading  them  to  victory. 
And  nerving  them  for  that  sacrifice  whereby 
They  gain  the  blessedness  that  I  have  gained 
By  giving  all. 

Vision  :  So  through  the  endless  air, 

Forever,  through  the  vast  of  Time  and  Space 
With    your    triumphant    soul    they    march,    they 

march, 
The  deathless  host  invincible  of  those 
Who  have  given  all.    Kejoice,  America, 
Rejoice !     Your  sons  attain  the  height  of  life's 
Divine  completeness! 

Sacrifice  :  Vision, — it  is  he. 

America  :     Oh  Vision,  grant  me  clearer  sight ! 

Vision  :  With  joy 

And  holy  gratitude  praise  bounteous  Heaven ! 
So  shall  you  see  their  glorious  triumphing 
Who  stand  upon  the  summit  of  their  lives, 
The  purposes  of  God's  eternal  plans 
Wide-spread  behold,  and  dying  know  they  serve 
To  their  full  measure  perfectly  His  ends ! 
A  short  hour  more  or  less, — what  is  it 
In  the  meagre  year's  duration  of  their  days? 
But  that  high  consecration  that  shall  grasp 
The  whole  of  life  for  all  mankind, — itself 
Is  victory  I 

America  kneels  between  Sacrifice  and  Vision  and  offers 
her  prayer  of  thanks giving. 

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America  :     Through  all  the  ages  hast  Thou  granted  us 
The  boon  to  work  with  Thee,  and  now  again 
In  this  tremendous  crisis  of  the  world 
Thou  dost  allow  us,  God,  to  take  a  part 
In  stablishing  wide,  fair  and  strong  the  love 
And  freedom  of  Thy  Will !    We  thank  Thee,  God ! 
Thine  own  great  Life  of  Immortality, 
Whereof  is  Liberty  a  passing  gleam 
Across  our  world,  floods  all  around  our  lives ! 
Lo,  Thy  full  Sunlight  pours  athwart  the  sky  ! 
So,  with  the  brave  and  true  of  all  the  past 
We  thank  Thee!  We  thank  Thee  with  the  Mariner 
Who  pierced  the  unknown  seas;  we  thank  Thee 
With  the  Puritan  who  sought  these  rugged  shores 
To  worship  Thee  with  conscience  free,  unshackled ; 
We  thank  Thee  with  the  Pioneer  who  sowed 
The  west  with  homes  and  spread  this  nation 
Cross  the  continent !    We  thank  Thee  with  all  those 
Who  died  to  keep  the  nation  one !    And  now 
We  thank  Thee,  Father,  Oh  Most  Glorious  God, 
That  Thou  to  us  hast  given  it  to  be 
An  instrument  in  Thine  Almighty  Hand 
With  Belgium,  France,  and  Britain  and  the  rest! 
Oh  God,  my  sons  have  gone.     With  joy  and  with 

thanksgiving 
I  give  them, — and  myself ! 

Mother  Nature  rises  from  her  seat  and  raises  her  hand 
over  the  audience  as  if  pronouncing  a  benediction. 

Mother  Nature  :     The  sunset  falls  on  all  the  former  world ; 
Now  comes  the  night  that  shall  all  things  restore ! 
For  with  the  morning  on  a  Day  of  Peace 
And  on  a  New  World  shall  the  sun  arise ! 

Again  the  orchestra  plays  the  Grieg  music.  While  the 
richly  solemn  strains  are  sounding  tit  rough  the  air.  Amer- 
ica rises  from  her  knees  and  accompanied  by  Sacrifice  and 
Vision  goes  out  in  the  same  direction  whither  the  soldiers 
have  gone,  and  Mother  Nature  attended  bg  the  two  Shadows 
slowly  crosses  the  grassy  glade  and  disappears  from  view. 


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The  Epilogue. 

The  figure  of  Sacrifice  returns  to  the  glade  and  ad- 
dresses the  audience. 

Sacrifice  :     Clearly  the  truth  has  Vision  shown  you  here. 

Dear  friends,  you  are  yourselves  America, 
Whom  you  have  seen  in  masque  here  figured  forth. 
These  are  your  boys,  dear  friends,  who  inarch,  who 

march 
To  bear  their  part  with  those  of  other  flags 
In  rescue  of  the  freedom  of  the  world. 
Now  all  have  gone, 

And  even  this  symbolic  dream,  this  masque, 
Has  vanished.     All  are  gone,  save  I  alone, — 
I,  Sacrifice.     For  I  abide, 
Though  all  else  leave  you,  I  remain. 

But  greet  me  not  with  melancholy  face : 

I  am  not  Loss,  or  Deprivation, — No ! 

See !     In  my  very  name  of  Sacrifice 

My  glorious  promise  written  fair  and  plain ! 

For  all  things  whatsoever  that  I  touch 

I  make  them  holy.    In  that  straight  though  dim 

And  narrow  corridor  I  live  that  leads 

Directly  to  the  Great  White  Throne  of  God, 

I  purify  all  those  who  come  my  way 

To  make  them  ready  for  His  mighty  Love. 

And  as  I  send  them  on,  on  up  the  high 

Steps  leading  toward  the  Throne,  I  crown  them ! 

I  crown  them  with  the  greatest  joy 

That  human  heart  can  know ! 

Then  take  me  to  your  hearts  to  live  with  you ! 

My  joy  shall  answer  yours !     Together  shall  we  be 

Invincible !     Arise !  I  go  with  you 

To  fight,  to  strive,  to  work,  to  win  the  war ! 

And  as  you  go,  on,  on,  let  every  one 

From  out  the  darkness  of  these  stormy  days 

Sing,  as  at  first  in  battle  night  'twas  sung, 

The  anthem  of  the  Starry  Flag !     Arise ! 

Sing,  sing  its  rippling  stripes  and  gleaming  stars 

Upon  their  holy  way  to  victory ! 

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The  Star  Spangled  Banner  is  sung  by  the  audience. 
The  Stae  Spangled  Bannee. 

Oh,  say  can  you  see,  by  the  daicn's  early  light. 

What  so  proudly  we  hailed  at  the  twilight's  last  gleaming, 
Whose  broad  stripes  and  bright  stars,  thro'  the  perilous  fight, 
O'er  the  ramparts  we  watched,  were  so  gallantly  streaming? 
And  the  rockets'  red  glare,  the  bombs  bursting  in  air, 
Gave  proof  thro'  the  night  that  our  flag  was  still  there. 
Oh,  say,  does  that  Star-Spangled  Banner  yet  wave, 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave t 

Oh,  thus  be  it  ever  when  freemen  shall  stand 

Between  their  loved  home  and  grim  war's  desolation, 
Blest  with  vict'ry  and  peace,  may  the  heav'n-rescued  land 
Praise  the  Power  that  has  made  and  preserved  us  a  nation. 
Then  conquer  we  must,  when  our  cause  it  is  just, 
And  this  be  our  motto:     "In  God  is  our  trust!" 
And  the  Star-Spangled  Banner  in  triumph  shall  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 


2ti 


The  Sword  of  America 

PRODUCED  FOR  THE  BENEFIT  OF  THE  RED  CROSS,  UNDER  THE 

DIRECTION  OF  THE  AUTHOR  BY  THE  COURTESY  OF  THE 

UNIVERSITY  OF  ILLINOIS,  IN  THE  AUDITORIUM  OF 

THE   SPRINGFIELD   HIGH   SCHOOL 

AT  SPRINGFIELD,  ILLINOIS, 

APRIL  TWENTY-FOURTH  AND  TWENTY-FIFTH,  NINETEEN  HUNDRED 

EIGHTEEN. 

CAST. 

Mother  Nature Miss  Lulu  Wright 

A  0  \  Miss  Grace  Benscoter 

Attendant  bHADOws <  ,,.      ™      ,   ,,    ^     „  ,, 

|  Miss  Charlotte  Pasfield 

America _ Miss  Florence  Lowden 

Britain Miss  Christine  Brown 

France Miss  Louise  Stericker 

Belgium _ „._Miss  Lucy  Bates 

Vision Eev.  Lester  Leake  Riley 

Sacrifice Hon.  James  M.  Graham 

Shadows — Mildred  Moore,  Ada  Thurston,  Lillian  Swift, 
Wilburna  Ayers,  Ruth  Hill,  Eloise  Lloyd,  Faith  Kin- 
caid,  Bessie  Ruckel,  Sadie  Greenberg,  Margaret  Potter, 
Luella  Harnsberger,  Lillyon  Knox,  Mary  Parsons 
Villa  Reid,  Edna  Atkins,  Helen  Gort,  Beatrice  Shillite, 
Hilda  Vondenberg,  Mildred  Hill,  Anne  Thompson,  Vic- 
toria Rinck,  Helen  MacDonald,  Leona  White,  Jose- 
phine Gorman. 

Farmers  and  Industrial  Workers — Russel  Myers,  Cayton 
Blair,  Deon  Burton,  Harold  Chapman,  Clarence  Gra- 
ham, Fred  Greer,  James  McAnulty,  Everett  Kuhns, 
Geo.  MacLennon,  Harold  McCarty,  Dayton  McClain, 
Wm.  Murray,  Earl  Tomilson,  Thos.  Ferns. 

Red  Cross  Doctors — Dr.  C.  A.  Frazee,  Dr.  Don  Deal,  Dr. 
Ogden  Monroe,  Dr.  C.  N.  Bowcock,  Dr.  Fred  P.  Cow- 
din,  Dr.  A.  E.  Converse. 

Red  Cross  Nurses — Mrs.  Arthur  FitzGerald,  Mrs.  Robert 
McClure,  Mrs.  George  T.  Palmer,  Miss  Elberta  Smith, 
Miss  Lucy  C.  Williams,  Miss  Hazel  Smith,  Miss  Imogen 

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Smith,  Miss  Mary  Temple  Smith,  Miss  Frances  Easley, 
Miss  Ellen  Barnes,  Miss  Mary  J.  Heitman,  Miss  Lena 
E.  Boswell,  Miss  Josephine  Monroe. 

Soldiers  and  Volunteer: — Company  A,  Sixth  Infantry, 
Illinois  Militia  Reserve,  Frank  R.  Simmons,  Captain. 
Unit  No.  1,  Volunteer  Training  Corps,  Hal  M.  Smith, 
Captain. 

The  Costumes  were  designed  by  Mrs.  William  Chauncy 
Langdon. 

Music — Springfield  High  School  Orchestra  augmented  by 
local  musicians,  under  the  Direction  of  Miss  Frances 
B.  Gardiner. 

The  Shadow  Dances — Directed  bv  Miss  Grace  E.  Lomelino. 

The  Scenery  was  loaned  by  the  Chatterton  Opera  House. 

MANAGEMENT— GENERAL 

Centennial  Celebration  Committee  of  Sangamon  County 
Mr.  C.  L.  Conkling,  Chairman 
Mr.  Wm.  H.  Conkling,  Secretary 

Executive   Committee — Mrs.   V.   Y.   Dallman,   James   M. 

Graham,  Logan  Hay,  H.  C.  Lanphier,  Mrs.  Geo.  T. 

Palmer,  J.  Frank  Prather. 
R.  C.  Lanphier  Springfield  Commercial  Assn. 

Dr.  C.  A.  Frazee  Springfield  Rotary  Club 

Ira  B.  Blackstock  Springfield  Optimist  Club 

Major  B.  Wilson  Grand  Army  of  the  Republic 

Logan  Hay  Lincoln  Centennial  Association 

Chas.  T.  Bauman  City  of  Springfield 

Prof.  I.  M.  Allen  City  Schools 

Geo.  Pasfield  Illinois  Centennial  Association 

R.  E.  Woodmansee  Federation  of  Labor 

A.  D.  Stevens  Springfield  City  Club 

Mrs.  Porter  Paddock  Springfield  Woman's  Club 

Mrs.  Geo.  T.  Palmer         Springfield  Improvement  League 
Miss  Elberta  Smith  Amateur  Musical  Club 

J.  F.  Macpherson  City  Planning  Comm.,  S.  C.  A. 

Harry  W.  Nickey  Board  of  Supervisors 

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Harlington  Wood 
H.  0.  McGrue 
Mrs.  Burton  M.  Reid 
H.  A.  Dirksen 
Col.  R.  J.  Shand 
Hugh  S.  Magill,  Jr., 


Board  of  Supervisors 

Board  of  Supervisors 

Springfield  Art  Association 

Knights  of  Columbus 

Masonic  Orders  of  City 

Director  Illinois  Centennial  Comm. 


Mrs.  Jessie  Palmer  Weber,  Secretary  111.  Centennial  Comm. 


Patronesses  for  Masque. 


MRS.   FRANK   O.   LOWDEN  MRS. 

MRS.  J  OTIS  HUMPHREY  MRS. 
MRS.  JESSIE  PALMER  WEBER        MRS. 

MRS.  CLINTON  L.  CONKLING  MRS. 

MRS.  I.  M.  ALLEN  MRS. 

MRS.   HUGH   S.   MAGILL,   JR.  MRS. 

MRS.  GEORGE  PASFIELD  MRS. 

MRS.  HARRIS  HICKOX  MRS. 

MRS.  GEO.  F.  STERICKER  MRS. 

MRS.  GEO.  BATES.  MRS. 

MRS.  B.  F.  FERGUSON  MRS. 

MISS  ALICE  BUNN  MRS. 

MRS.  C.  C.  BROWN  MRS. 

MRS.  H.  W.  CLENDENIN  MRS. 

MRS.  J.  DAVID  STERN  MRS. 

MRS.  S.  LEIGH  CALL  MRS. 

MRS.  H.  C.  ETTINGER  MRS. 

MRS.  HUGH  MORRISON  MRS. 

MRS.  S.  J.  HANES  MRS. 

MRS.  ALBERT  MYERS  MRS. 

MISS  SUSAN  WILCOX  MRS. 

MRS.   MOSES   SALZENSTEIN  MRS. 

MRS.   ERNEST   HELMLE  MRS. 

MRS.  JAMES  M.  GRAHAM  MRS. 

MRS.  E.  LILIENSTEIN  MRS. 

MISS  ELBERTA  SMITH  MRS. 

MRS.  WM.  H.  CONKLING  MRS. 

MRS.  PORTER  PADDOCK  MRS. 

MRS.  BURTON  REID  MRS. 

MRS.  JOHN  H.  LLOYD  MRS. 

MRS.  G.  L.  HARNSBERGER  MRS. 

MRS.  FRED  W.  POTTER  MRS. 

MRS.  ROY  W.  IDE  MRS. 

MRS.  HENRY  A.  DIRKSEN  MRS. 

MRS.  J.  F.  MACPHERSON  MRS. 


ROBT.  C.  LANPHIER 
LOGAN  HAY 
A.  D.  STEVENS 
WILLIS  SPAULDING 
J.   EMIL  SMITH 
J.  C.  JOHNSTON 
GEO  REISCH,  JR. 
JEROME  O'CONNELL 
OSCAR  A.  BECKER 
ROBERT  TROXELL 
FRANK  SIMMONS 
JOHN  G.  FRIEDMEYER 
A.  R.  CROOK 
P.  G.  MATHENY 
GEO.   B.   STADDEN 
LATHAM   T.   SOUTHER 
J.  R.  B.  VANCLEAVE 
S.  A.  BRADLEY 
P.  B.  WARREN 
EUGENE  FAYART 

F.  G.  BLAIR 

DE  WITT  SMITH 
PASCAL  HATCH 
FRANK  S.  DICKSON 

G.  T.  PALMER 
VINCENT  DALLMAN 
THOMAS  REES 

C.  J.  DOYLE 
R.  J.  OGLESBY 
ALBERT  S.  EDWARDS 
GEO.  STADDEN 
W.  R.  VREDENBURGH 
G.  H.  SHERWOOD 
LOUIS  L.   EMMERSON 
JOHN   R.   TANNER 


SPECIAL  COMMITTEES. 

General  Manager,  The  Sword  of  America,  Mr.  I.  M.  Allen 

Author  and  Director,  The  Sword  of  America, 

Mr.  William  Chauncy  Langdon 

Stage  Managers — 

Mr.  Clarence  Bennett  and  Mr.  Calvin  White. 

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Publicity — 

Advertising  Committee — Mr.  W.  B.  Robinson,  Chairman ; 
Mr.  John  G.  Keplinger,  Mr.  Robert  Hatcher,  Mr.  W.  A. 
Townsend. 

Outside  Neivspapers — Mr.  H.  0.  Crews. 

Local  Newspapers — Mr.  Geo.  Clendenin,  Mr.  Leigh  Call, 
Miss  Nellie  Brown  Duff,  Mr.  R.  M.  Bacon. 

Auditorium  and  Tickets— Mr.  Geo.  C.  Hickox,  Mr.  Wm. 
D.  Cave. 


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THE  SWORD  OF  AMERICA 

Was  produced  for  the  benefit  of  the  Red  Cross,  under  the  direction  of  the 

author,  and  with  the  co-operation  of  the  Illinois 

Drama  Federation,  in  the 

AUDITORIUM    OF   THE    UNIVERSITY    OP   ILLINOIS 

At  Urbana-Champaign 

THANKSGIVING  NIGHT,  NOVEMBER  29,  1917. 

Mother  Natuee  Mrs.  Thomas  Arkle  Clark 

Attendant  Shadows  Vivian  Kay  and  Merle  Turner 

America  Severina  Elaine  Nelson 

Britain  Lois  Marie  Scott 

France  Mrs.  Franklin  William  Scott 

Sacrifice  Albert  Woodward  Jamison 

Vision  Gerald  Darfield  Stopp 

Shadows — Eunice  Badger,  Dorothy  Bahe,  Harriet  Jean  Bower,  Goldia 
Butzer,  Eleanor  Corman,  Victoria  Frederick,  Mildred  Gage,  Edith 
Heizer,  Opal  Herriott,  Flora  E.  Hottes,  Mildred  Knapheide,  Jane  Marie 
Leicksensing,  Arlene  Lumley,  Dorothy  Reeves,  Ruth  Reeves,  Agnes 
Sloan,  Madelene  Sloan,  Ethel  Stoltey,  Charlotte  Ward,  Charlotte 
Welch. 

Red  Cross  Nurses — Emily  Elizabeth  Bayley,  Elizabeth  Blakeslee,  Frances 
Brooks,  Frona  Marguerite  Brooks,  Helen  Laura  Doocy,  Erna  Claire 
Goldschmidt,  Marcelle  Vere  Laval,  Beulah  Wise  Prante,  Mildred  Sykes 
Whitford,  Frances  Louise  Withrow. 

Farmers,  Miners,  and  Steel  Workers — T.  H.  Armstrong,  C.  E.  Barnes, 
D.  F.  Bernstein,  F.  F.  Carny,  W.  K.  Clifford,  W.  H.  Eichorn,  J.  Z. 
Frazier,  T.  B.  Manny,  H.  P.  Owen,  A.  K.  Sanderson,  E.  H.  Stevenson, 
D.  P.  Ward. 

Soldiers  and  Volunteers — Arthur  H.  Bodenschatz,  M.  E.  Brame,  F.  L. 
Bruder,  Robert  J.  Christ,  M.  C.  Crew,  Glenn  Dunbar,  Werder  Hegan, 
B.  G.  Hatch,  J.  R.  Johnson,  Don  Mayhue,  Fred  G.  Maurer,  Donald  D. 
McGuire,  Louis  McMillan,  J.  B.  McCorkle,  Willard  Pettit,  H.  A.  Powell, 
J.  L.  Reed,  J.  L.  ReVeal,  G.  F.  Stamm,  George  C.  Sullivan,  Paul 
Walker. 

The  Music  was  under  the  direction  of  J.  Lawrence  Erb,  F.A.G.O.,  and 
Edson  W.  Morphy;  Fay  W.  Swartz,  Rehearsal  Accompanist. 

The  Costumes  were  designed  by  Mrs.  William  Chauncy  Langdon. 

The  Rhythmic  Motion  of  the  Shadows  was  devised  by  Miss  Verna  Brooks 
and  Miss  Anna  Lue  Hughitt. 

The  Scenery  was  lent  by  A.  J.  Duncan  of  the  Orpheum  Theatre,  Cham- 
paign. 

The  Management  was  conducted  by  a  Committee  appointed  by  President 
Edmund  J.  James,  consisting  of  Francis  Keese  Wynkoop  Drury,  Wil- 
liam Chauncy  Langdon,  and  Rex.  R.  Thompson,  Manager. 


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